D G
I chop and I change
And the mystery thickens
D G
There's blood on my hands
And you want me to listen?
D G
To brawn or to brain
When the truth's in the middle
D G
Born of the grain
Like all good riddles

D
B-b-burn the skin off
C
And climb the rooftop
G
Thy will be done
D
B-b-bite the nose off
C
And make it the most of
G
Your kingdom
D G
D G

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